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We stare at each other,
You of wood and metal,
Me of flesh and thought.
We wait for the turning of the light—
The pond, yet sleeping,
To mirror your image below.
You connecting one shore to the other,
Me reaching for this moment.
I have come here to find Myself not yet revealed,
To seek your counsel, your wordless conversation.
You draw from me my color—
Sharing senses in the yet-to-be-morning.
Light now creeping, walking with us—
No one violates this instant—
No foot yet today has crossed you.
D. J. Haslett
Copyright 2000
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